| | The anticipation must've been injected into my veins as I slept; it throbs to the tips of my fingers and my toes with every heartbeat. I'm starting to let the word escape through my lips, when I'm half-asleep or surrounded by friends. Summer. I always hype it up like this, but it usually lives up to it so I think it's okay. Spring break will be a taste maybe, an amuse-bouche; just the tiniest bit of sweet vacation on the tip of my tongue to whet my appetite.
And then this summer. This summer, I will go to Morocco. This summer, I will go to New York. This summer, I will be smoked out every day and drunk every night. I will wear dresses and white t-shirts, I will have picnics and take pictures, I will soak up the sunlight like a starved plant. It will be beautiful.
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| | Posted 3/10/2008 12:14 AM - 0 comments
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